Harry Potter's Bastard

Solim was still waiting at Hogwarts for news from the United States, but instead of waiting, he waited for the latest issue of the Daily Prophet.

At dinner, many people received the news that the Aurors were collectively dispatched to Tumbledown Alley on the front page. The students didn't care about eating, so they got together in twos and threes and began to mumble.

Solim was too, and Draco deliberately flipped across the table and knocked over a glass of orange juice.

“...... By the former veteran Auror: Alasto. Moody's led the team, and the Auror office dispatched 21 Aurors to Tumbledown Alley on a mission-"

Draco turned to look at Solim, "Twenty-one dare to do it?"

The newspaper said that it was Tumbledown Alley, but Draco knew that the Aurors' target was in the Underground World, let alone 21 people, and it was useless to double the number of people.

Indeed, the Aurors were the elite of wizards. A qualified Auror must be proficient in combat, camouflage, tracking and counter-tracking, espionage, and a certain knowledge of potions and dark arts. But the Underworld is not comparable to places like Tumbledown Alley, where a large number of fallen wizards are gathered, and although most of them are not comparable to the Aurors, there are still a few powerful characters, not to mention a large number of unregistered werewolves and vampires.

If these guys were organized—that's a certainty, how long Voldemort had been in the Underworld, it would be a no-brainer to summon those depraved guys in his name. Once these wizards, werewolves, and vampires in the darkness unite, these 21 Aurors won't even be able to make a splash.

Not to mention Voldemort himself and his Death Eaters. Although the Death Eaters suffered heavy casualties and their numbers were not as high as before, it was perfectly fine for them to rely on those cannon fodder to attract the attention of the Aurors, and they hid in the shadows to take down a few Aurors.

Sylna glanced at the professorship.

"Dumbledore is gone, is he gone?' the newspapers don't seem to say anything about it." "

Sylna flipped through the newspaper, and if it was related to Dumbledore, there must have been a catchy headline, or subheading.

"It's normal for our Headmaster Dumbledore to be absent. Solim glanced at Otarian as he approached, "But he must have communicated with the Ministry of Magic, these Aurors are just some side drum beaters, so the main ones won't be reported." "

If Elrond was still in the UK, Solim would have asked his grandfather for news. After all, he works on the Danger Placement Committee, so he can more or less know the inside scoop. But with his departure to the United States, the committee's internal information is probably not very well-informed, and the focus of his work has shifted, and he has no time to deal with this kind of thing at all.

"Will this operation be successful?" Draco asked a little naively.

"I guess that's enough. Solim shook his head, "Inside......"

Finding that the freshmen in the nearby junior were all ears-bone, Solim hurriedly changed his words.

"Don't look at the fact that they have been hiding underground before, but the news is not closed at all. It is estimated that an agreement has been reached a long time ago. Solim tossed the newspaper aside.

"Let's go back. Sylna also realized that there were some things that could not be said here, so she took the newspaper and said, "Look at this—"

"—According to an unnamed official of the Ministry of Magic, the purpose of this operation is to eradicate the dark wizard organization that endangers normal order and the safety of ordinary people, and to rectify the poor security environment in Tumbledown Alley and combat smuggling ......"

"You translate for the translator?" Sylna looked at Solim.

"What's the translation for this?" Solim was already cutting the steak on his plate, "and the words pointed to the Death Eaters, think of the Dementors in London some time ago. The pressure on the British Ministry of Magic by the International Federation of Wizards is estimated to be a bit great, and the "Wizards' Secrecy Act" is a top priority, and the only thing those bureaucrats pay attention to is this. This time the Death Eaters can be said to have the entire wizarding world, and the matter in London has been over, so it is natural to free up their hands to deal with these behind-the-scenes masters. "

Ordinary wizards only knew that the Aurors had started the operation against the Death Eaters, but they didn't know that it was just a smoke bomb.

The missions carried out by the Aurors were kept secret, and even if they were revealed by the newspapers, they would only be known to the outside world after the operation was over, with the consent of the Ministry of Magic and the Auror Office. Propaganda like this one that has not even begun is unreasonable in itself, but this unreasonableness is rarely noticed.

The Ministry of Magic needs to strengthen people's confidence with practical actions, and it needs to gain support with visible results, which is the basis of the Ministry's big and small heads. As soon as the general public believes that the person in power is in a vegetarian position, there will be calls for him to step down.

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic will not only not hide this operation, but will hype and report on it, and they want everyone to know what the Ministry of Magic is doing.

"So this is a political manoeuvre, a propaganda ploy?"

In the dormitory, Draco clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed the palm of his left hand, as if he had just woken up from a dream, "I knew what the Ministry of Magic had done. "

"The same cannot be said. Sylna shook her head, "For the Ministry of Magic, reassuring people is the most important thing at this stage. Recently, it's been a Death Eater and a Dementor, and people have long been panicking. They need to convince people that they are capable of dealing with these issues. "

"But they can't handle it, can they?" Draco shook his head, "It's only 21 people, what can they do?"

"They can still do a good job of guarding the exit and doing the work. Solim stood on the other side of the room, sorting through his bits and pieces.

"Are you going to go now?" said Sylna, "I'd be curious if I saw Grandpa and asked him about it by the way." "

"I can't see it, you know. Solim checked the portkey strapped to his arm again, made sure it was correct, and put on a looser coat. "You seem to be dressed a little differently today—" Sylna walked over and looked her brother up and down, "Dressed like a Muggle, you're not going to your father's, are you?"

"Aftermath for our father. Solim picked up a black wallet from the table, opened it, looked at it, and slipped it into his pocket.

"Won't you come back tomorrow?" (read the violent novel, go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

"Isn't it good that tomorrow is Hogsmeade Day, and you don't even have to take a day off. Solim was groping around with him, and he had everything he had with him.

"Is it dangerous?" asked Sylna softly.

"It stands to reason that I can handle it. Solim walked over to the ash shelf and held out his arm, "Our father can't arrange anything dangerous for me, you have to have some faith in him, my dear sister." "

With a burst of fire, it once again proves that Hogwarts' defenses are useless in front of the Phoenix.